CHAPTER 64: CHAPTER 64: THE TRUTH COMES OUT, AND I FINALLY VENT MY ANGER!

Timothy Xavier’s gaze was fixed on the medicine box, and at that moment, I felt like my heart was about to leap out of my throat.

Fortunately, the name of the medication used to prevent miscarriage wasn’t common.

After the nurse left, Timothy Xavier asked quizzically, "What medication is this?"

"For treating anemia."

I said calmly, without flinching.

Timothy Xavier’s eyes softened a bit and he asked, "Is your anemia severe again?"

I replied indifferently, "Recently, I’ve been nauseated and dizzy, so I went to see the doctor."

Timothy Xavier thought I was mocking him, so he didn’t ask further. As he left, he said to me, "Take care of yourself."

I watched his back with a sneer in my heart.

It should be ’you all take care of yourselves,’ that’s more accurate!

Serena Sawyer’s fans posted online about her personally coming to the hospital to intercede for me and advising her fans to leave.

Serena Sawyer’s actions gained admiration and compassion from the entire internet.

"Such a tearjerker, how can there be such a kind girl!"

"From now on, I’m a fan. Such a generous and magnanimous girl, she will surely have an even better career in the entertainment industry!"

"So heartbreaking. As a public figure, how much pressure does she have to endure? She even went to plead for a mistress."

"Have you seen the statement from The Sinclair Group? Seems Zoe Ellison, the mistress, truly has connections. No wonder she dared to entice President Xavier, competing with Serena for a man!"

"Ha, tomorrow we’ll see how Madam Sinclair helps Zoe Ellison twist the truth. Everyone, keep your eyes open!"

"..."

I saw these comments, and naturally, Madam Sinclair did too.

Ethan Xavier mentioned that Madam Sinclair took antihypertensive medicine twice last night, and her blood pressure finally stabilized a bit.

Madam Sinclair even called me, sighed, and said, "Child, you’re truly wronged. It’s not just you; even I, an eighty-year-old lady who’s seen vast storms, can’t withstand these baseless online insults. Let alone you."

"I’m used to it."

I felt a pang of heartache as I uttered these words.

Madam Sinclair comforted, "Just watch tomorrow, I will let everyone know that your mother is innocent."

...

At eight the next day, Madam Sinclair held a press conference on time.

The location was The Sinclair Family’s villa in Veridia.

The students Madam Sinclair invited had all learned piano with my mother back then.

Now, most of them are professors at prestigious music academies.

This further highlighted the authority and authenticity of each person’s words.

Reporters rushed to ask questions:

"Madam Sinclair, it’s heard that Eleanor Thorne is your student. Are you distorting the truth to make false testimonies for her due to this connection?"

After the reporter finished, Madam Sinclair glared fiercely and said word by word, "I, an old lady, never speak against my conscience. I know the romance between my student Eleanor Thorne and Peter Sawyer from back then. To my knowledge, back then, there wasn’t a woman named ’Faye Warren’."

The reporter continued, "That doesn’t prove Eleanor Thorne wasn’t a mistress. It only shows she met Professor Sawyer first! But Mrs. Sawyer released evidence this morning claiming she was Professor Sawyer’s original marriage. You can’t deny your student’s extramarital affair with Professor Sawyer."

Madam Sinclair handed the microphone to her students:

The current dean of the University of Aurelia Music Academy spoke first, "Eleanor Thorne and Peter Sawyer held a wedding, I was present! Back then, their marriage was arranged by their parents and matchmakers. Though Eleanor Thorne is indeed an orphan, all of Peter Sawyer’s parents attended the wedding!"

The dean of the University of Veridia Music Academy quickly followed, "I can testify to this. We attended the wedding ourselves back then. If Professor Sawyer forgot, we have photos as evidence!"

After speaking, they brought out a vintage photo album, carefully flipped through it, exposing it to the reporters’ cameras.

The dates on the photos were clearly visible.

Back then, Peter Sawyer held my mother, kissed amidst cheers, notably sweet.

Peter Sawyer was full of vigor then, my mother’s looks were stunning, of unparalleled beauty.

In the final group photo, Peter Sawyer’s parents appeared too, everyone was joyful, not a hint of impending tragedy.

Reporters sighed in emotion, taking photos repeatedly.

Madam Sinclair said, "According to my research, Faye Warren registered marriage with Peter Sawyer a year after my student and Peter Sawyer’s wedding. But strangely, Faye Warren and Peter Sawyer’s eldest son is the same age as Zoe Ellison. What does this imply, I think everyone isn’t foolish."

The reporters below started whispering:

"Oh my, so the one crying online about being wronged by a home-wrecker, Faye Warren, is actually the mistress? Though they didn’t register, the wedding was held, what’s she interjecting into it?"

"Looks like Peter Sawyer isn’t a good person either! Married Eleanor Thorne while having a secret pregnancy with Faye Warren, even producing an illegitimate child."

"Truly ruins my worldview! I used to sympathize with her, wanting to let more people know Zoe Ellison and her mother’s sins via news. Now, it seems she used us as pawns."

"..."

Although reporters and netizens understood the situation.

Madam Sinclair clearly hadn’t fully released her grievances yet.

She revealed another major piece of news: "To my knowledge, Faye Warren’s family holds a position in the academic circle. After Peter Sawyer abandoned my student Eleanor Thorne and married Faye Warren, his career soared. I suggest the University of Veridia thoroughly investigate if all procedures for Peter Sawyer’s promotion back then were compliant."

Madam Sinclair’s revelation once again shocked everyone.

Peter Sawyer not only committed adultery but was a Judas Cohen.

His current success and position were obtained through his wife’s family.

Reporters wanted to continue asking questions, digging for more information.

Madam Sinclair refused to answer further questions, instead she stated, "Today, I’ve said everything that needs saying. From now on, if anyone dares to sully my student or her daughter, don’t blame me for using legal means to shut them up! As for Faye Warren, we reserve the right to pursue her legal responsibility."

After saying this, Madam Sinclair returned indoors escorted by a group of bodyguards.

The press conference ended, the live broadcast abruptly stopped.

Discussions on the internet exploded.

Today, I’ve truly witnessed what a plot reversal is.

The irresponsible keyboard warriors were defending Serena Sawyer and Mrs. Sawyer yesterday.

Today, they’re already using the terms once directed at me and my mom, now aimed at Serena Sawyer and her mother.

This is probably the first time Serena Sawyer understands what ’backfire’ means.

I think the Sawyer Family is already a chaotic mess now.

...

After the press conference ended, Peter Sawyer came to the hospital.

I was afraid he might act out of desperation and harm my mother, so I had the bodyguards stop him outside.

Peter Sawyer had lost his former confident demeanor, his face full of fatigue and years.

He sneered and said, "Are you satisfied now? Just now, the University of Veridia informed me to cooperate with the investigation. They’ve formed a special task force. In the end, you’ve dragged everyone in The Sawyer Family down with you."

I said expressionlessly, "You brought this on yourselves! If it weren’t for you all being like snakes coiling around me, impossible to shake off, you think I would even spare you a glance?"

"Fine, it’s all our fault."

Peter Sawyer pleaded, "But could you at least consider our blood ties and not push us to the brink? I know you have a deep relationship with Madam Sinclair. As long as you speak up and ask her to spare me, she’ll surely give you this face."

At this moment, Madam Sinclair’s voice came from behind, firm and resolute: "You can give up on that idea!"

Peter Sawyer turned around in shock to see Madam Sinclair approaching with the support of several students.

Madam Sinclair’s eyes were sharp, and she spoke each word with clarity: "Peter Sawyer, the people behind me, do you remember them? They all attended your wedding with Eleanor. Do you dare to explain in front of us why your wife changed from Eleanor to Faye Warren?"

Peter Sawyer’s lips moved, avoiding Madam Sinclair’s gaze as he evaded the question, saying: "Madam, the past is in the past. I come from humble beginnings, unlike The Sinclair Family with its power and influence. Achieving my current accomplishments wasn’t easy; you can’t just ruin me like this."

Madam Sinclair harshly tapped the ground with her cane, saying, "The past is in the past? My most proud student is now lying in a hospital bed, unconscious, and still being slandered with such filthy words by your entire family! Tell me, can these things just be let go?"

Peter Sawyer’s emotions suddenly spiraled out of control, saying angrily, "What else could I do? Eleanor was an orphan! Powerless, with no backing, being with her, I had the talent with nowhere to use it. I didn’t want to stay in a small city all my life, being unfulfilled and ambitious! I wanted to contribute to scientific research, to benefit humanity, is that wrong?"

At this point, an aunt behind Madam Sinclair couldn’t help but speak, "Stop making excuses for yourself! It’s more about wanting to rise to power than benefiting humanity. If so, why did you get involved with Eleanor?"

Another uncle chimed in, "Back then, she gave up an offer from University of Aurelia for you. You couldn’t stay at the university, and she followed you to a small city without complaint. Yet you abandoned her for your own future. You, Peter Sawyer, are never to be forgiven!"

These aunts and uncles seemed to have a deep bond with my mother from their school days.

They looked at Peter Sawyer with disdain and indignation.

Madam Sinclair said, "Peter Sawyer, from now on, don’t come to Eleanor. You’re not worthy! Get lost!"

Peter Sawyer’s gentlemanly demeanor was utterly dismantled by the crowd, and he had no face to stay any longer, leaving with his head down.

Only then did I slowly walk up to Madam Sinclair, gratefully saying, "Thank you, Madam Sinclair, and thank you, uncles and aunts, for standing up for my mother. I will remember your kindness."

"Take us to see your mother!"

One of the aunts, tears in her eyes, choked up, "It’s been twenty years. I never thought our reunion would be under such circumstances."

And so, I led them to my mother’s ward.

Everyone reminisced about their school days with my mother, and as they talked, tears couldn’t help but fall.

The entire day, they were reluctant to leave.

By evening, Madam Sinclair said, "Let’s go have a meal together! We’ve all developed in different places now, meeting like this isn’t easy."

Being the recipient of their help, I, of course, had to join the dinner to personally thank them.

I thought the meal would be at some hotel, but to my surprise, Madam Sinclair hosted it at The Sinclair Family home.

What surprised me even more was that Julian Sinclair was also there.

Madam Sinclair beamed, saying, "What a coincidence today, it’s rare for Julian to be home."

Julian Sinclair’s gaze glanced over me lightly as he nodded slightly.

I awkwardly nodded back at him.

Soon, everyone took their seats one by one.

I didn’t know if there was any particular seating arrangement, but coincidentally, I ended up seated next to Julian Sinclair.

At the dining table, those uncles and aunts were all concerned about his marriage.

Madam Sinclair sighed, "Talking about this gives me a headache. Julian is 34 this year, and he hasn’t said a word about his marriage. You all keep an eye out for suitable candidates and recommend them to me."

The usually composed and poised Julian Sinclair, for once, showed a trace of awkwardness, his eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses glancing at me.

My heart skipped a beat, and I instinctively avoided his gaze, focusing on my meal.

The dinner finally ended.

Madam Sinclair initially wanted me to stay the night, but I said I couldn’t leave my mother.

"True, this situation hasn’t completely passed, and your mother can’t be left alone right now."

After saying that, she directed Julian Sinclair, who was about to go upstairs, "Take Zoe back to the hospital."

Julian Sinclair paused his long strides and politely refused, "Where are the family drivers?"

Madam Sinclair, displeased, said, "Can’t you see how many people came tonight? All the drivers were dispatched to take them to the airport."

How could I dare let Julian Sinclair drive for me?

Besides, I had already sensed his reluctance, so I quickly said, "Grandma Sinclair, I can take a cab back myself, it’s no trouble."

"How could that be acceptable? It’s so late, and you’re such a delicate young lady; how can I be at ease?"

After saying this, she looked at Julian Sinclair, "Are you going or not?"

Julian Sinclair was sincerely filial to the old lady.

Without another word, he started walking towards me and said plainly, "Let’s go!"

Only then was Madam Sinclair satisfied.

And so, I followed behind Julian Sinclair, leaving The Sinclair Family home together.

Once outside, I said, "Mr. Sinclair, you can stop here. I can get back by myself, it’s really no problem."

I was especially sincere in my tone.

Although Julian Sinclair wasn’t very inclined to escort me, he maintained a calm demeanor, showing no sign of his feelings, and walked over to the car to open the passenger door for me.

If I refused again, it would seem too much.

So, I got into his car.

The silver Bentley slowly drove away from The Sinclair Family estate.

On the road, the atmosphere inside the car was inexplicably silent and awkward.

I watched the scenery outside, planning to remain silent the entire way.

Unexpectedly, while waiting at a red light, Julian Sinclair softly asked, "How are things with Ethan?"

"Huh?"

I turned my head in confusion, meeting his deep, dark eyes.